hoo-ah! (doorbell rings) just when i thought i was out, you pull me right back in. hello, mrs. moranto. well, look at this. a wise man from the east bearing gifts. i assume the drinking has already commenced. both: ♪ whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa at molly's behest, i brought some pies from the restaurant. here is the receipt. the bad news is molly's not home. the good news is we got liquor, and now, pies. patrick: that was a delicious meal, margaret-- a real feast. why don't you boys give jim a quick walk while us gals clear off the table? i saw him chewing on the tree earlier, so there's probably going to be tinsel in his yule log. make it easier to find in the snow. so what are we gonna do now? we don't have to go to church again, do we? well, actually, after dinner, mom usually has me read "'twas the night before christmas,"